Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 804

Kingswell University, Administration Office—

“It’s been two hours since the statement went out. What’s the current public sentiment?”

“….”

“Why aren’t you saying anything?!”

“It’s…trending. Top of the charts.”

The administrator nodded, unsurprised.

After all, with an accusation this explosive, the university’s official response was bound to attract attention.

“And the direction?”

“…Not good.”

“…What do you mean?”

“Everyone online is asking what’s going to happen to Carlson. Whether he’ll be able to graduate on time.”

The administrator froze.

……

A suburban townhouse—

“It’s over… Everything’s ruined…” Sybil’s face was ghostly pale, her whole body shaking.

Snapping out of her daze, she tossed her phone aside and dashed into the bedroom.

“Aunt Edna! Aunt Edna! Wake up—something’s happened!”

Edna was sound asleep, barely stirring at the commotion.

“Aunt Edna! It’s really bad!” Sybil, frantic, reached out to shake her awake.

Edna’s eyes flew open. She slapped Sybil’s hand away.

“Are you trying to kill me? Can’t I get one good morning’s sleep around here? Quit the shouting already!”

Sybil nearly burst into tears, her hand stinging from the slap, panic churning inside her.

“Don’t think just because it’s the age of viral videos anyone will care. He can post whatever he wants, but if no one’s watching, it’s meaningless. Go report it and stop moping around the house all day…”

For a moment, Sybil felt a wave of helplessness. She couldn’t shake the thought that maybe Carlson would win—because their opponent was just too arrogant, too blinded by her own confidence to see what was coming.

“That’s not…that’s not how it is…”

Edna wandered into the kitchen, scowling as she looked around, then stormed back out. “Why haven’t you made breakfast?”

Sybil didn’t reply. Instead, she hurried to the living room, grabbed her phone, opened the trending page on TikTok, and thrust it in Edna’s face.

Smack—

Edna slapped the phone away. “I asked why you haven’t made breakfast, and you wave your phone at me? Am I supposed to order takeout now? Cat got your tongue?”

“Aunt Edna, just look for yourself!” Sybil shoved the phone back into her hands.

Edna’s temper flared. “You stubborn brat. Learned to talk back now, have you?”

She grabbed the phone, ready to toss it right back at Sybil’s head, but as her eyes flicked across the screen, she froze.

Edna drew the phone closer, her attention finally caught.